the confidante

Sometimes a work sits half-finished waiting to be clarified before I can jump in again.

Sometimes it goes somewhere unexpected and the waiting time was just long enough for me not to feel precious about it, and I think this is the nicest way for things to go. Sewing projects are similar for me – I get to a point, rethink it, go a different way, and those unexpected details and ‘faults’ are the impetus to find a new direction.

And so it is with the angels.

I have no idea why – but another angel popped up in my work last night. It isn’t a religious thing, it’s a freedom thing. It’s a serenity thing, it’s an ownership of the universe thing. Some of my angels are troubled and questioning and I find that comforting in some way – that the learning never stops and the seeking and evolution continue.